Summary: Michelle Jones would've never thought to have been saving a nearly dead Spider-Man on her apartment roof during a cold winter December night.
Nor did she ever think she'd be falling for a certain teen who loves talking with his best friend about Star Wars themed construction sets. . .
.../or/...
After a nightly patrol goes horribly wrong due to a malfunctioning suit; Spider-Man is now a wanted fugitive. . . Faced with old foes and new alike, Spider-Man and Peter Parker face a danger that hits more close to home than it ought to.
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Michelle slowly begins to unravel a dark family secret, all while trying to balance education, the Decathlon team, and a unlikely crush on one of the most dorkiest kids in Midtown High.
Idea inspired from @annas (Archive of our own user) check that story out: The Peter Parker Problem. . . It's great. Really Great.
I dont own the Characters or Music.
Keep in mind: My story is inspired by annas story. I am not stealing ideas; my plot is probably way more different. I've been wanting to write a Peter x Michelle fanfiction for the longest. . . annas story just-- created a spark.
No. . .
A fire.
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Tending To Those In Need
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Chapter Two: Wanted
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~Michelle~
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Tuesday
"Two mochas please, four cream. Three sugars," Michelle ordered from the barista.
She were studying late. . . again.
The blonde in a apron that read Quin's Mocha nodded in response and began to make her coffee.
Michelle folded her arms trying to warm herself; she'd just came from the hellish cold of outside. The local cafe was mostly empty, save for a few people watching the television that was hanging on the wall.
She looked at the television that were playing about the local crime rate going down because of--
"Spider-Man,"
Michelle was snapped back into reality from that comment. The barista looked at her with a smile. Mj looked at him while grabbing for her wallet.
"Come again?"
The blonde smiled, with a small chuckle.
"No, I was just saying--"
He gestured to the screen with his hand before setting it down again.
"--he's saving a lot of lives."
Michelle nodded and pulled out a $20
"Yeah, I guess he is."
She handed him the crisp $20. He took it before unlocking the cash register.
Michelle looked at the screen again.
The news woman began talking about sports; and with that, Michelle's interest was gone.
"$9.75 is your change ma'am."
Michelle took her coffee cups and change. She noticed he scribbled his number down on one of the cups. . .
"I'm not into blondes." Michelle stated bluntly.
The barista quickly apologized and started to babble. . . Boys.
Michelle grabbed the cardboard cup holder and walked back out of the coffee shop.
The wind was biting.
Michelle cursed, she began to walk back towards the town library. Mj had to dodge a number of cars and trucks; earning some swear words from passing drivers. Which she might've replied to some with curse words of her own.
Peter Parker may or may not have crossed her mind for a little while. . .
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Michelle was almost done on her report on Political Espionage.
Her hand was cramping horribly bad. She sipped her coffee. The library was empty, because really; who would stay at a library this late?
Michelle grumbled as the realized she was on her last few sips of her last cup.
She looked out the window; the falling snow, the beautiful lights of Queens mesmerized her for a moment before her daydreaming was abruptly fractured by someone running past the library, yelling.
Then she heard two gunshots.
Michelle, and the librarian instantly ducked.
The librarian scrambled towards the phone to call the police. Michelle looked out the window once more to see Spider-Man swinging towards the crazy man.
Michelle thought to stay down; but damn. . . her curiosity got the best of her.
Mj got up and ran to the door. She exhaled as she looked to her right.
The streets was mostly deserted.
Spider-Man just like yesterday; looked tired. His walking as if his body would give out any second.
"Dude, just hand the tech over," Spider-Guy grimaces.
The guy dressed in black wasn't going to budge any time soon.
Spider-Man groaned as the crook tried to make a break for it.
As quick as the crook tried to run; Spider-Dude webbed his hands and feet. It was done, another job well done. She was about to finish her report, but Michelle could hear Spider-Man talking to. . . Himself?
"No! No! Karen!"
Spider-Guy's suit eyes were going from deep red orbs to back to normal.
"No Instant-kill!"
Instant-kill?
"I said, No killing Karen!"
Everything fell silent for a second. . . Before everything went horribly wrong.
Who is Karen?
Spider-Man's eyes went to deep red orbs.
Then unknowingly to Spider-Guy, there was a spark of blue light emitting from his web, Michelle looked in horror as she seen the criminal shake violently and collapse to the ground. . . Unmoving.
Spider-Man's eyes went back to normal.
"No.. No.. NO!" she could hear panic emit from the superhero as he fell to his knees. Panic and guilt heaving through the Avenger was eminent as he held his head in his hands.
The criminal wasn't moving. Spider-Man held his head in his hands. He didn't mean to. . . Did Spider-Man kill someone?
Michelle saw a streak of red and blue blair, as sirens filled the air. Spider-Man checked for a heartbeat. He stayed on the criminal's chest. He got up, his head hung, before he webbed off into the night.
She can't. . . She couldn't believe what she's just seen, Spider-man is the good guy! He's just electrocuted someone with his suit. With this. . . Instant Kill?
What the hell is a Karen?
Literally thirty seconds later; As the police squadron pulled up to the scene, the man still unmoving. . . She could hear people murmur, she looked back at the librarian, he looks horrified. Scared. . .
Then, the policemen are yelling at people filling onto the street and hanging out their windows to get back inside. Michelle falls away from the window and sits back down to finish her report. . . She needed some damn rest.
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When she leaves her apartment block that day for school, she begins to walk her normal route; which is past the library. . . But it was taped off. How wonderful. . . it's as if a scene from a movie has swept into the block. There are local news vans from stations across the city plugging the streets and journalists are clammering, like hungry tigers for witnesses. One reporter in particular, a woman, meets her curious gaze and is about to approach to question but thankfully she's able to walk into the nearby crowd and away from the scene; to continue her journey to school and to hopefully get away from the Spider-Boy's incident.
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Shit. . . Michelle was wrong about getting away from the Spider-Man crap.
It was the "Topic Of The Day" on the student news bulliten. Hell, even the teachers was talking about it.
Accisations. . . Assumptions . . . Guesses were flying around the school about Spider-Man. Because of course people would be talking about this type of crap.
"I heard he killed the guy," A boy that Michelle had past in the hall in her way to English was conversating to his buddy about the events of last night.
Michelle passed the girls bathroom.
"Spider-Man is a menace, he has no right to hurt people like that!"
Michelle groaned as she heard that; Spider-Man couldn't clearly meant to hurt the guy. . . Not deliberately, of course. . . Right?
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"I heard he got put in jail!" A boy in her chemistry class stated boldly. Everyone was taking this shit in.
Michelle couldn't lie though; her stomach twisted when he said that. . .
Spider-Man was the good guy! But yet it didn't look good. . . Michelle saw what happened; the man didn't fight back after he was webbed. But Spider-Man wasn't trying to hurt him; Mj was sure of it. . . Spider-Man looked after the people who couldn't defend themselves. . . The little guys. . . Something had to have went wrong. . . or malfunctioned. . . Michelle shook the heavy thoughts from her head.
Michelle felt odd, the class was too quiet; and to think about it. . . She didn't get her daily fill of insulting. . . Peter.
Michelle noticed Parker wasn't there, weird.
Come to think of it; Mj didn't see both dorks today.
But of course she wasn't going to let Spider-Man and one of Peter's sick days mess with her.
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Well clearly Michelle was worried.
Peter hasn't been to school since Monday. Now it was Thursday. . . And Parker was nowhere to be seen. Ned came back Wednesday, so that was good but Parker wasn't there. Michelle shot him a text Tuesday night because she was. . . worried. . .
Worried wasn't a word she threw around like a football.
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"Michelle!"
Mj grabbed her tray tightly as a response and looked at the person calling her name.
"What Cindy?"
Cindy looked at Mj.
"Who are you looking for?"
Michelle eyes frantically searched for Peter.
"Who? Um-- Nobody."
Cindy nodded,
"Okay."
Michelle was about to make her way to Cindy's table until she glanced towards the lunch line and spotted no-one other than Parker.
Michelle's heart skipped a beat.
He still looked bad. . . More of an exhausted appearence, but he had a soft look of guilt on his face. Michelle dropped her plate on the table, she began towards Peter.
He didn't seem to notice; he was staring at the ground.
"Peter," Michelle tapped his shoulder.
He flinched hard at her touch, Mj felt. . . slightly insecure.
Damn you, Parker.
"H-Hey" His voice quiet.
Michelle frowned, there was something up with him, its peaking her interest and her upmost concern.
"Hey, sit down with me and the rest of the Decathlon team." It came off as a command more than she'd like.
But surprisingly he obliged. Michelle inwardly smirked.
He grabbed his tray and walked with her.
Michelle and Peter were close enough to hear the teams' conversation.
Michelle sat down.
"Did you guys hear?" Cindy looked at the television hanging on the wall with a wide smile on her face.
"The news, they just issued an arrest warrant for Spider-Man!"
The group fell into a indecipherable conversation. Michelle turned to look at Peter to ask him how he felt; but he was gone.
Michelle's heart thumped wildly for a second. She was slightly pissed. . .
Michele caught his blue jacket leaving the cold cafeteria. Mj's eyes glanced towards Ned; whose eyes were wide. Michelle huffed and blew her brown locks slightly from her face.
She got up and started after Peter.
Wether Peter Parker liked it or not, Michelle was going to meddle in whatever the hell is going on with him.
Michelle opened the cafeteria doors that led to the main hallway.
"Peter?"
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Im really glad people like this story, I hope I can keep you guys interested, Review and tell me if this story is worth me writing.
-TheAuthorWhoWrote